@scalpxls requested some despair.
“Pathetic creature,” Gundham snarls down at the man currently face down in the dirt before him.
Apparently this one is important. Something about him actually mattering or creating the Wraith. Gundham doesn’t always pay attention on the rare occasions when the Remnants meet. Much of it feels beneath him, the former breeder ignoring much of what comes out of his fellow Remnants’ mouths. They are all disgusting, insignificant humans that do not deserve his interest. Only his goddess matters, and this one appears to have her affections.
He can’t see why. He sees no greatness in this thing writhing before him. He just sees another broken human, barely holding onto life. Another thing to turn into terrifying bloody pieces. How he loathes the anger the sight of this creature creates. It shouldn’t make him furious. The thing is so wretched.
He strides closer, giving a lazy kick to roll the man onto his back. Gundham then places a heavy boot right onto the center of his chest. He leans forwards, pressing his weight down onto his sternum.
“Must you truly get in my way like this?” He asks, voice deceptively soft. “I have no desire to waste my time with you.”